I put on designer shit, if looks could kill, I done dropped a bitch
I probably dropped like ten, like Eli my money, my shit
Giant, yeah, Oh you got a problem, yeah, Then come and solve it
I could lose a couple bands, and still make profit My ex new nigga lame, that's not my problem
She the Courtney to my Kurt, I reach Nirvana I'm just tryna be something niggas proud of
Stay 300 deep, but this ain't Sparta But you can get kicked, I got young niggas
Stay with sticks Niggas talking shit online, like, silly rabbit
That shit Trix I could really hop in that bag, special edition
Gucci shit, Your girl said you broke as hell, and that shit
Gives her the ick, like, I'm really the GR in some VVs, Ridin' Double R
Through D.C. with some Presi tints can't see me
Uh, uh, yeah Say RHY$ three times, you gon' see me
Givin' fever dreams like CC, I know broke niggas wanna be me
Ayy, really the reaper in some VVs, but these broke niggas wanna be me
But they can't be me
Not at all
His hair Whack. His gear Whack
His jewelry Whack. His foot stance Whack
The way that he talks Whack. The way that he doesn't even like to smile? Whack
Me, I'm tight as f*ck